"I'll show you!" snarled the Englishman. With that he aimed a blow,
sideways, at Benson's head Jack ducked, then dodged out. The cane hit
the tree with a force that jarred the assailant and all but dislocated
his wrist. Again he dropped the stick.
Benson gave a hearty ringing laugh and this enraged the Englishman past
endurance. Then Jack added, "Is that the best you can do?"
"I'll show you!" roared the other, making a leap forward. He charged
straight at the submarine boy, who wheeled and darted on toward hotel.
"Don't run, you coward!" came the flying taunt.
Just then Jack Benson fell, though he did it on purpose. Straight in
the path of the irate Englishman the submarine boy dropped, curling
himself up.
It was too late for Drummond to halt, or to change his course. He
tripped over prostrate young Benson, then lurched forward landing on
his face.
Up sprang Jak Benson, planting two sterling good kicks.
"You beast! Wait until I get up!" roared the victim, in a voice like
a bull's bellow.
"What's the matter here?" demanded an astonished voice, and Mr. Trotter,
after a short dash, bounded through the darkness, arriving on the scene
just as Drummond was getting up.
"This fellow--" began Jack.
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